Author's Note: Here you go! As always, please review! I've been doing a lot of rewrites in later chapters, so I might take a bit longer to update. And if there's anything you desperately want to see, let me know. It might just show up later. Thank you to everyone who's been reading!

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Jessie sat at breakfast, her uneaten meal in front of her, only a sip taken from her juice. Hadji in contrast, seemed to be eating everything in sight, as if to distract himself from conversation. Jonny meanwhile, was nowhere in sight.

"Where's Jonny?" Dr. Quest asked, mirroring Jessie's thoughts.

"I'll get him." Jessie said standing, before anyone else could offer.

"Perhaps he's asleep." Hadji added, sounding only slightly hopeful, before turning back to his breakfast. Jessie hurried upstairs and knocked quietly on his door. No answer. Jessie slowly opened the door and gasped. There he was, sitting on the bed, his hair rumpled, still wearing the black boxers he slept it, drinking a beer. His room was a mess, broken mirrors and even his computer was broken, pieces scattered all over the room.

"Jonny, what's wrong?" She asked. He turned to her, his eyes hard.

"You have the nerve to ask me what the hell is wrong?"

"I didn't think that'd be enough to..." Jessie gestured around the room, at a loss for words. Angrily, Jonny stood and stalked towards her.

"You don't know anything about me! You don't know how you destroyed me last June, did you ever think of that? Did you ever think that while you were bouncing about Europe, I was hurting? Did you even care that my life was over last summer? No," he looked at her angrily, "I don't think you did."

"You don't know anything about me," she mocked his words bitterly, "while you were sitting at home, surrounded by people who loved you, I was in Europe, alone with only one person to turn to. One place to go so you and dad wouldn't know that I failed!"

"At least you got away, didn't have to see Hadji's sympathetic glance around every corner. God, he was giving me sympathetic glances, all the while laughing. So, how long have things been going on between you two? Since June? February?"

"Since never! Last night was the first time! And I don't know why you're so pissed at me anyway, you and I weren't involved, we had nothing going on together!" She yelled the last words, ready to break something herself.

"Nothing but love." Jonny whispered.

"That's right Jonny, nothing but love," Jessie said, suddenly calm, "and they say love concurs all."

"Yeah, but I bet the preverbal 'they' didn't catch the woman they loved kissing their brother."

"It happens more often than you think."

"Ok Jess, love can concur all, but tell me," Jonny looked her desperately in the eyes, "am I the only one you love?"

"Jonny." She whispered desperately.

"And I don't mean love like you love Race!"

"I know what you mean." She said evenly. Jonny felt his heart drop once again, her tone answered the question for him. But Jonny refused to let her off that easily. The pain in his heart wouldn't let her off that easily.

"Say it," he barked, tears started to stream down her face, "damn you Jess, say it!"

"I feel safe with him! When I'm with you, I can't control how I feel! But with him it's different. I don't lose my mind around him, I don't have to worry that I'll do something I'll regret, I can just be me, Jessie Bannon. And I..." she bit her lip, "I kind of need that right now."

"I never asked you to be anything else."

"But Jonny, you can't deny that when we're together, things are out of our hands. The sparks are electric when we're together, no one can deny that. They have been since we were young, only then it manifested itself in competitiveness, not passion. Jonny, when I'm with you, I forget everything and anything can happen. Anything."

"What's wrong with that?"

"Tell me something Jonny, why aren't we in each other's arms right now?"

"Because at the moment I don't know whether to love you or hate you."

"And if you decide you hate me, what's going to happen?"

"I don't know Jess," Jonny confessed, "but whatever it is, it can't be good."

"And if we were to make up right now?"

"I'd always wonder. Go back downstairs Jessie, cover for me."

"Jonny," she whispered.

"Go Jess, go back downstairs, the others are used to this from me."

"How can they be used to this?" She asked wide eyed.

"Not it all," Jonny confessed, "but me hiding out alone in my room, they are quite used to that. If we both did it, it might get too suspicious."

"It's not easy to be discrete in this house, I sincerely doubt that at least your father doesn't have suspicions."

"And yours?"

"Jonny, we could be getting married and my father still wouldn't think anything had happened."

"Give Race some credit."

"I am.

"Go downstairs Jess. Please, leave me alone."

"I love you." She kissed her hand and lightly touched his cheek. Already, she could feel stubble on his usually soft face.

"I know." Jonny answered meekly. He looked away as Jessie walked out the door. Once she closed the door she leaned against it and sighed.

"Well, that went better than I expected." Bandit, who was sitting next to the door barked at her. Forcing out a laugh, she picked him up and headed back down to her breakfast.